Simple Theories

A practice of being on message, which stacks chairs one upon another. In the matter of shoes, always wear the bright idea. In reference to the electorate, allow for feelings of floating thru a brick wall to see the cliff face of tomorrow. To emphasize the period of inequity, raise all hands with thumbs. As the applause dies into nothingness, repeated a verb coloured by adverb, rejecting past senses of any sense. The new tomorrow marks a band round the world, which can then be built mountain high with singular aplomb. Dual aplomb comes next, as the candidates refer to the moment. There will be parties and strong voices ringing with bunting. There will be a door, with an exit sign. Yesterday cannot come too soon. Place cheese in the trap as your bed veers sideways into the ongoing collection. Raise again your thirsting thumb.

Embedded distance called political traction. Can you, my child? Waves of once were off. The test of saying the element again supports a whole class of viable candidates. But the candidates conform to the slow burning picture. And the child resumes in all awkwardness. The criminal class subjects words. Period. And the political class has none. Class is a dis- tinguishing fail of floating. We would be marvel centuries, real as rust and dynamite, but crowded sentences. We could be plain. The cycle of rejection specified in building-oneself spurs radial tires. Children, let you really’ dream the child.

I’m sorry , said the tree, the leafy fineness growing pale, I’m sorry to the sky . We like to hide the poetry with words like that. The bumble bee slows to no work at all, Days thin and break into dark wandering, like you know. We have behaved as mysteriously as a piper on the edge of document. You can hear the dusk. We all would like to shake your hand, lift you up from your tumble, and address you in the legionary love. We are all stronger, after all, in the nature of text. The tree is right, righting the congestion by slow turns. A year lasts and lasts, then doesn’t last at all, which addresses the same simplicity as ever. You are a child, and so are we. The panic in your motions just shows the avenues we all have seen. We will pipe the gloaming free, trying in the love in time. If there’s a blue sky telling, let us see and say it together.